4. Love

Dear Diary,

Sometimes.. Sometimes when I let myself drift into daydreams, they're about him. And somehow, when I touch his skin, my heart begins to do things. But how about him? And the strangest thing about it is, I'm scared to blink, in case I miss him and his beautiful ways. Somewhere in between the now and the beginning. I love him.

I'm drawing. Drawing EVERY kiss, as if it were the last one, we'll ever get. It's like we're riding on a bicycle thats build to last a lifetime. Who would have guessed?

The other day he bought me a ring. He gave it to me in the park, just when it was getting dark. We walked around town for a while, his hand in mine, eyes all shimmering.